Hey Rasta

Hey Rasta
Can I smoke some of your ganja
Because I'm feelin' kinda under Eh
I need to smoke this sorrow away - ay - ay
Hey Rasta
Can I smoke some of your ganja
Because I'm feelin' kinda under Eh
I need to smoke this sorrow away - ay - ay

Excuse me, Mr. Rasta Pass it to your left
Nothing like the ganja In this life of stress
Rolling like a gangster No I don't trip
Nothing but the sticky rolled up in a spliff
Make me feel right Ah So cool
Welcome to the sky Take me to the moon
Higher than the chance I'ma roll another up
Middle finger up Cause I don't give a fuck
To all my bad days And to my haters
Worry bout yall Hell Nah Get my weight up
OG Kush and we keep it Bout a pound size
Big things popping K(no)w we'll never downsize

I go Khalifa when I burn it Snoop Dogg Got my blunt
Got my rasta's in the village So you better turn it up
I go Khalifa when I burn it Snoop Dogg Got my blunt
Got my rasta's in the village So you better turn it up

Hey Rasta
Can I smoke some of your ganja
Because I'm feelin' kinda under Eh
I need to smoke this sorrow away - ay - ay
Hey Rasta
Can I smoke some of your ganja
Because I'm feelin' kinda under Eh
I need to smoke this sorrow away - ay - ay

Break it down, roll up